Twelve Years of Qingming

Suddenly I realized that when lz called herself Shushu in the post bar, she would have remembered that Sister Axue had affectionately shouted "Shu Shu" in lz's ear over and over again 😭😭😭 If there was such a thing, they would definitely be very happy now...

Coming from Tieba, I have already read the post written by the original poster. While I was reminiscing, I was living, and then I suddenly realized that my life and the people I met had the same trend as the original poster. The world is so small, as small as a stage. We are the actors on the stage, interpreting the warmth and coldness of human relationships without knowing it.

A perfect work of regret literature. Undoubtedly shocking and unforgettable. If no major changes occur, this may just be a simple breakup of puppy love or the ending of growing old together. However, a car accident fixed the relationship in the most beautiful moment, and also the most regrettable moment. Destiny, when acting as the most ruthless executioner, is also the best screenwriter. Regret, regret, regret, this is the suffocating part, but the most charming part is also here

In fact, I recommend everyone to watch the video of "Qing Yi Cheng Die Yi". It is a work authorized by the author and can be found on Bilibili and Douyin. I hope more people can know the author's story and help some authors as much as possible. Because, whether it is A Xue or Xiao Qing, such love is really rare nowadays. I think helping authors should be something that satisfies our spiritual needs.

As a mere stranger, I discovered works by scanning new book lists every day. I was attracted by this simple and true memoir-style story. Coupled with the author's delicate emotions and concise writing style, I think this work has the potential to be published! It's really eye-catching to see this kind of literary and artistic work on an online writing platform like Qidian. I decisively collected it and kept up with it, and gave all my recommendation votes. Another question, looking at the chapter review, it seems that this story has been serialized elsewhere? Can anyone with knowledge of the matter tell me something?

Everything in the life of the poster and Xiao Qing always has a little bit of Sister A Xue and a little bit of her temperament. Perhaps he is exploring how to write new poems using the grammar of his old love, or perhaps he finally understands that Sister Ashue has been absent from his life. Writing this, I finally understand that love is never separated by life and death. It grows in the gap of every morning and dusk until the end of eternity.

Some time ago, I often heard my classmates talk about the "Twelve Years of Qingming Festival" on Baidu Tieba. Then I heard that it was available on Qidian, so I downloaded Qidian and wanted to read it during the National Day holiday. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't stop. The only drawback is that the update speed is a bit slow. It seems that only one chapter is updated a day.

Is this the power of friends?

The carefree days when I was a child are what I miss the most. Although the wages were low at that time, the prices were also low. Life was very tight, but I was always happy. I still remember that the best day in my life was in the countryside. After my mother dried the quilt, I went to visit relatives with her in the morning. My mother rode an electric scooter and I sat behind the car. The uneven houses kept moving toward me along the way. I left behind me, and what I saw was the scene of people harvesting wheat. The golden waves stretched as far as the eye could see, which made me full of expectations for my relatives' homes. After lunch and chatting, it was almost evening. My mother and I rode the old electric car back along the same road. On the way back, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on my body like a thick layer of fragrant and soft quilt, which made me feel comfortable. I was so sleepy that I leaned on my mother's back and fell asleep. I don't know how long it took. When I got home, I stumbled across the threshold and lay directly on the bed. After a while, a warm current suddenly came from my body. It turned out that my mother had covered me with the quilt that had been dried. I don't know how long I slept. I only know that I slept very soundly. When I woke up, I should After dinner, my dad also came back from the fields and sat at the dinner table. The news network was playing on the TV. My mother also prepared dinner and asked me to wash my hands. Then the day passed like this. Who knew that it would be my best day. From then on, whenever I encountered difficulties, I would want to time travel to that day, as if nothing would happen there in reality.

The fate of the world has been resting for a long time, accompanied by lonely hills, and tears flowed in vain. A deep sorrow, where can I find the reason? It is expected that Qingqing should miss me, but she is half a step too late and is in a different boat. The old street is so heavy that I always lower my eyes and look for the way forward. How can I say goodbye? The night platform is vast, who can accept this hateful beauty? He holds his hand again by the spring, and must recognize it, his head is covered with snow.